The Journey of the Demon Hunter

This is not a good way to go. According to Leonard, many places have changed. This barely possible trail was also discovered when he followed the group of Hiris who returned to Ilusiel some time ago. . Standing on the mountainside, Zelin could vaguely see the traces of the fortress of Fran. Leonard told Zelin that at some time in the past, the three beacon fires of the fortress were lit. He had been there to investigate, but Behind the opening of the fortress gate, all he saw was the bodies of the Undead Team Falan, and someone killed them.

When night fell, they found a rock on the mountainside that could shelter from the wind and cold, and they raised a bonfire. Hazel had fallen asleep in the blanket, while Leonard had been looking at the soft white flame in his hand in silence. He said that this was the soul of Goddess Rosalia. Sitting next to the stone and relaxing his shoulders, Ze Lin wanted to try to see if he could see the Gulongding here, but in the end he gave up because the clouds were too thick and the distance was too far.

"Hey, let me ask you, how do you know what's in that wooden box?" Before taking a break, the Dragonborn leaned over, lowered his voice, and asked curiously about Zelin. "If it's other things, wouldn't it be bad."

"That." Zelin scratched his chin and looked at the dark sky. "How can I do something that I'm not sure about, I've seen it."

"Have you seen it?" Gnaiya opened her eyes wide. "When? There is a note on it, what do you think?"

"It's just a strip of paper sealed with wax oil." Zelin played with the knife, which was turning flexibly between the demon hunter's fingers. "How could I not be able to deal with such trivial things? I took the note down and sealed it again after reading it. There is no shortage of candles in the quiet church. Alright, alright, don't think about it, I I think we should be able to see Yanorlund tomorrow, which is the city where the gods of the world live."

"There are many treasures in it?" Gnaiya rubbed her hands, grinning like a dragon that saw a treasure. "Is there anyone living inside?"

Zelin patted the hand of the Dragonborn and chuckled lightly. "Don't think about it, there is still a master in that city. Okay, let's rest. I will watch the night tonight."

Until the next day, at about noon, they saw the cold valley that was always shrouded in moonlight and snow.

The first thousand four hundred and twenty-eight chapters under the moon

As night fell, and after the last person left, the quiet church completely escaped into the shadows. The living corpses that still retain the habits of their lives are wandering in the deserted corridors. The past church knights, church slaves, believers and thieves, maybe only at this time, they can coexist peacefully, they have become the latest here, too The last master.

Frid's hand was sitting between the tombstones in the churchyard, gently wiping the sickle.

"They left the Youxian Church and headed to Lengxiu Valley."

The nun was not talking to herself, a tall figure was standing in front of her. The black iron mask concealed the entire cheek, except for the two long slender gaps directly in front. The sharp gaze projected from the surface of the mask was definitely not an unconscious living corpse. In the gap left behind the helmet, slender white hair flowed out and draped behind the shoulders. Under the mask, there was a shawl made of black iron. The metal collar of the shawl was tightly attached to the helmet mask, allowing outsiders No trace of skin can be seen. Inlaid with the shawl is an unpretentious black tight-fitting dress, with a few pale patterns randomly distributed on it. It is unclear whether this is a decorative pattern or is it worn out by long periods of action. Out of the white border.

As if to facilitate activities, the skirt was tightly attached to the body to outline the subtle lines of the female body, and under the zigzag skirt like poplar leaves, a pair of small black iron boots were exposed.

"He still didn't listen to your advice, what an arrogant man." Fingers wrapped in metal gloves tapped lightly on the tombstone. If Zelin were here, he would be familiar with the sound revealed under the mask. "To Irushiel, um, he must go to Yanorlund. Unfortunately, Eldridge was about to succeed that year, but fortunately, the mud brought out the hidden power of Yanorlund. I already know their power."

Frid raised his head slightly, looking at his sister through the rim of his hood. I don't know how many years have not been seen, decades, maybe hundreds of thousands of years. Compared with the immature girl who hid in the dark ruins of Lund under her own protection, Yulia now has become mature, stable, and more scheming. Just like the division of labor when the black church just appeared in its embryonic form, Yulia already has more experience and experience, allowing her to plan more dangerous but beneficial plans for the wandering souls. The magnitude of the change even made Frid unavoidable to have a sense of strangeness.

"Be careful, Yulia. Don't confront him head-on." Frid warned in a low voice. She lowered her head and gently stroked the sickle with her white fingers. "You must be aware of the traces that are exposed, and don't take a chance. Your plan is at the end. Don't be complacent about it."

As the only organized organization on this continent, the Black Church knows what happened in Janor Lund. Originally under Shariwan’s support, Eldridge destroyed Iruziel’s defenses without any hindrance, but as it entered Janor Lund, the flying dragon appeared in the sky and the lightning that soared into the sky. The gun destroyed everything. This not only ruined the plans of Eldridge and Shalivan, but also caused the Black Church to temporarily postpone its plan to send patrols north to find ashes in Losric.

Yulia noticed that Frid moved the sickle slightly, because the moonlight reflected by the sickle had changed.

"This world will eventually belong to my wandering souls. Cass' last will has already pointed the way." Yulia turned and looked in the direction of Losric, with her left arm supporting her right arm in front of her abdomen. "If the ashes fail, hehe Hee, at least it can be used as firewood. Our plan will not go wrong, the power of God has been weakened to the extreme, we will completely break the shackles of God, those who live in Yanorlund, the gods who are high above do not want to maintain themselves His rule threw us into the furnace. We are no longer humans, but we are wandering souls, and we will create a world of wandering souls. We were in the ruins of Little Lund, didn’t we set this goal, sister? "

"That's right." Frid nodded.

This is a crazy plan, and Frid couldn't believe her ears when she first heard it. The wandering souls don't want the flame to be completely extinguished, but they are unwilling to let the flame continue to burn like this, otherwise they will be swallowed by the flame sooner or later, or hide in the dark ruins all day, trembling, for fear of being caught and thrown into the fire. Although they are wandering souls and cursed undead, they also have reason and memory, wisdom and consciousness, and no one wants to die. Yulia told Frid that her plan was to use the ashes that had been awakened to spread the fire and the dark ring on the undead.

They do not want to spread the fire, nor do they want to put out the fire.

They decided to usurp the flame.

Frid didn't ask what it was, she didn't want to know, it didn't make any sense if she knew, she would try her best to accomplish this for Yulia.

"Ash, you have to be careful, it may realize that you are using it, it will kill you. You should not go to the fire sacred place, it is too dangerous."

If there is anything that surprises Frid more than Yulia's plan, then it is only Yulia going to the fire-passing sacrifice ground.

"Don't worry, sister, Losric has been destroyed, and the Green Church is dead in name. The Dark Moon Sword has suffered a heavy loss in Shariwan's hands. No one knows who is in the fire-passing sacrifice ground. There are thieves and liars in it. No one cares about a woman from Rondall." Yulia under the mask giggled. "Sister, you will find a way to defeat people who may disrupt the plan, right?"

"...I will persuade him, and he will understand the plight of the wandering soul." Fried did not answer directly. "He is not a slave of God, nor a citizen of fire. He will not embarrass you about the fire."

"But your advice has failed once. You have already helped me deal with a Darkmoon Sword. Why can't you deal with him like that Darkmoon Sword?"

"I will try a second time." Frid's hand shook, and Yulia was surprised to find that the sickle in the nun's hand had turned into a long sword. "I have accepted his gift of weapons, so how can I face him with a sword with this blade."

"You accepted the weapon he gave?" Yulia asked in disbelief. "Why?"

"No need to say more." Freid stood up slowly, the nun's robe humming with her movements. "Protect yourself, Yulia, the ashes are dangerous, and take care of Lilianne."

"Aren't you going back? We are about to succeed."

"I will try to remove obstacles to your plan." Frid shook his head. "He should have arrived in Leng Ligu, time is waiting for no one."

Frid’s estimate and Zelin’s journey were a while away. In fact, it wasn’t until about noon the next day that Zelin and his entourage walked down the mountain road and saw the outline of Irushiel in the snow and fog.

When they stepped into this thin snow-covered land, the dim sunset sky was replaced by cold moonlight. Looking at the magnificent Yi Lu Xier, the row upon row of towering buildings and towers hidden in the clouds and night, the Dragonborn stood in front of the Yi Lu Xier bridge, and could do nothing but open his mouth and let out a burst of exclamation. .

The most majestic city in the sky is in Irushiel and Yanorlund looming higher in the clouds. It is no better than the villages outside the city. Perhaps only the legendary platinum pagoda can be compared with the architecture here. . Yilu Xier was built at the foot of the mountain, built against the mountain, and the building layers are stacked up and straight into the sky. The whole city is constructed of snow-white marble, with sharply defined straight lines and gray brick roofs. Standing on the side of the entrance of the long bridge, the sharp rib vaults and slender beam columns in the building complex are overwhelming. In the starry night that was dyed silver by moonlight, the looming aurora has cast a mysterious veil on the city.

This is the first time Zelin has seen the beauty of Iroshiel from this angle. The last time he came here was through the world in the painting, and when he escaped, he stood on the shoulders of the giant blacksmith to deal with the besieging enemies from all sides. He didn't have time to look after him. When he returned, the flying dragon flew him directly to Yanorlund. He wondered whether he could save Gwendelin from Eldridge, so he was naturally not in the mood to watch the mysterious bishops. Destroyed city.

"Is there only night here?" Looking at the sky, Longyi asked Zelin.

"I haven't seen the daytime here." Zelin rubbed the tip of his nose. He stood on the side of the long bridge of Irushiel and moved forward, and he could still see the bone monsters crawling in the mud under the bridge. "The gods living here are called the gods of the dark moon, the shadow sun. But no need Worry, he is roughly human. Let’s go, I think it should be safe inside."

Across the long bridge, there are no traces of past battles on the bridge, and Leng Ligu is still as cold and silent as its name.

"Where are the residents of this city?" At the other end of the long bridge, they stood on the round square in front of the bridge. There was a flower bed in the center of the square, but there were no flowers and plants in the flower bed, only dark soil remained. Longyi jumped on the edge of the flowerbed and set up a shed in front of him to look around. "I didn't see anyone, and there was no sound. Where did everyone go?"

"It's all dead."

Zelin sighed lightly.

"Uh..." Gnaiya's face stiffened. "Well, um, I get it." She looked at the forked road in front of her. "How do we go next?"

Zelin held his forehead for a while for a while, and Hazel snorted and sneezed behind him. The demon hunter raised his head and looked at the tallest cathedral building in the city. The last time he escaped with the giant blacksmith, he failed to remember the specific path, but if he could see the cathedral, he would definitely be able to get to the destination if he walked in the right direction.

"Come with me and walk this way. I think we will see the owner here soon."

Chapter 1429: The Moonlight of Irushiel

There are still traces of past battles in the city of Irushi.

The buildings scorched by the dragon flames appeared in their sight from time to time. There were no corpses on the street, nor crazy living corpses, which made Zelin a little relieved. Gwendelin is losing control of the world, but at least he has not lost control of the city right now. With Gwendelin's character, he would never allow this city regarded as a family business to be defiled by monsters and living corpses.

"Is the curse of the undead already so severe?" Zelin asked Leonard on the way. "Is there still a whole kingdom in this world? Or urban villages?"

Irushiel is just below Yanorrond, the closest city to the gods, and the residence of the graceful moon nobles. Zelin knew that when Eldridge broke into here, the residents of the entire city were almost swallowed up by the cannibals from the secluded church and its followers, but what the demon hunters did not expect was that now this The city is still empty. There are no corpses on the ground, which means that after Eldridge died, Gwendelin tried to clean up the mess. He must have gathered some people to clean up the city and guard it, but now, there is no trace of people in the city. Either those people have become alive or dead, or they have left because of other tasks.

Zelin hoped it was the latter, but what he saw and heard along the way made a voice keep telling him in his heart that this situation could only be the former.

"There is no complete organization in this world, at least not on the surface. Black pus spreads in Losric, and the city is dead. Ilusiel has not recovered since Eldridge's invasion. As for In other places, people may still be alive, but they are definitely no longer humans. In this world, there are probably only undead and living corpses, or ghosts and living corpses. You two are still humans, everything is normal, What a miracle. Maybe you are the only two humans in this world who have not been infected by the Curse of the Undead."

"What is the difference between the undead and humans? Both are dying over time, and both retain their sense. Even some undead are no different from humans in appearance."

"In normal times, there is no difference between them." Leonard snorted. "But at the time of death, human beings will only lie on the ground, accept the condolences from their loved ones, and wait to be put in a coffin and buried in the soil. But when the undead die, they will become crazy living corpses and attack nearby living people. , Instead of lying down obediently, you have to use a sword to help them. You may be able to see a settlement of undead people in a certain place, they may be very friendly to you, welcome you, and provide you with shelter Land, but you'd better leave as soon as possible, because maybe one day when you wake up, you will find that there are only mad corpses left in the settlement."

"By the way, how many times have you been to the ruins of Losric before?" Zelin suddenly remembered something. "When I was at the top of the quiet church that day, I did not see the shadow of Losrik. The weather was very good that day. What happened? If it wasn't for Heizer to say you go to the ruins of Losrik to find daily necessities, I I still think that the city has disappeared."

Leonard was silent for a while before speaking slowly. "You are right, Losric has disappeared."